Beach Cabin: A Short Story

High upon a slowly crumbling clay cliff side is a quaint and lonely cabin teetering just on the threshold. Throughout the years the orange shingled, green trimmed outcast has been getting closer and closer to the edge. Maybe it is attempting to peer down to the rocky beach below. Or maybe it feels as if its time has come, now that it cannot compete with the newer and grander summer houses that are popping up behind it where the land is more secure. We wouldn’t be surprised to see that one day it was gone and washed out to sea.
TheOur cabin was built by my great grandfather just after he married my great grandmother. It is located on the western coast of Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound which is the large inlet connected to the Pacific Ocean in the upper left corner of the state of Washington. It was originally a bright grass green color with an equally green wrap around deck (My great grandmother is very eccentric and her house is a bright yellow). Since then my parents have tried some “DIY” …show more content…
It was just the same as it had been, peeling green paint, bright orange shingles, and still teetering on the edge of the cliff side. I find so much security in knowing the cabin will always be there as it has been my entire life even when I move on with my life and travel to other places. When I went down to the beach, I was struck with a moment of realization. This is why I am choosing the path that I am. I am a declared marine biology major and this beach has been my inspiration. It was where my curiosity and passion for marine life began. It is what lead me to become a scuba diver and to volunteer at aquariums and beaches along the coast of Washington. I want to conserve these creatures and this landscape so that curiosity and passion can be sparked in the hearts of countless generations just like it has been sparked in